It's Wednesday's and Pugsley's big sword-fight scene in the school play.
A severed limb thuds to the ground. Blood sprays the front rows.
The camera pans the audience: horror, incredulity, disgust.
All but the Addams Family.
They're loving it.
I'd gone with some of our sister coven to see Addams Family Values.
There we were, a row unto ourselves among the pastel suburban families, laughing at all the wrong times.
Just like on screen.
Pagans. We're our own people. We see things differently. There's a look to us. And we laugh at all the wrong times.
We're not just marching to a different drummer. We've got our own band.
Hell, we've got our own musicology.
Pagans. We're not just a religion.
In some ways, we're more like an ethnic group.